I hate Pinterest sometimes. Usually, I love it. It has never let me down. Until tonight. The night, of all nights, when I have to bake something for Declan's school tomorrow. True, picking a new recipe was a foolhardy choice. But Pinterest always makes everything look like such a great idea. And so easy. Emphasis on "easy". That was my primary objective since I
don't have a whole lot of spare time on my hands these days. What, with a tantrum throwing demon clutching my leg and screaming his new mantra, Outside! Outside! For some reason I elected to bring something pumpkiny (I'm choosing to believe that's a word. The catch? I don't bake pumpkin anything. And so I trolled my go-to. I found an awesome and easy recipe for Pumpkin Spice Cake Balls, I rushed to the store, shoved a grilled cheese sandwich down Declan's throat, and got to work. I am a confident cook and baker. I knew I had this in the bag.
It wasn't easy. The people in the comments section of the recipe stated how the recipe yielded 40 balls. Perfect, I thought as I set to work. But I ran into a couple snags...
Behold, the six balls of shit I took over two hours to create. I will spare you the picture of what these were supposed to look like and I certainly won't be sharing the recipe. I would hang my head in shame, but I'm too busy scraping rock hard white chocolate off my freaking palms, counters, and mixing bowl. I now have five heinous looking cake balls, the dozen or so naked ones I couldn't bear to throw away cowering in the fridge under cellophane, about a dozen that I murdered and threw away in disgust, and now an unplanned pound cake in the oven.
I'm not sure what bothers me most--the fact that these look like sausage balls, or that after all that work I am going to just end up putting these puppies out of their misery.
Pinterest, you finally failed me, At the worst possible time ever.